Aria's POV
I waited. Five seconds, ten, then twenty. Only when I was certain they had moved away did I straighten.
The frightened woman disappeared. The operative returned. I immediately undid the rope I was bound with. I rubbed my wrists and flexed my fingers.
I examined the room. It was a luxury suite with a king-sized bed, a private sitting area, a bathroom, a balcony, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean, expensive paintings, decorative vases, crystal lamps, and a bar stocked with enough alcohol to drown an entire pack.
There were cameras too. My eyes narrowed as I found them one by one: one hidden inside the smoke detector, another behind the television, one disguised as a small decorative ornament on the bookshelf, and a fourth embedded beneath the ceiling fixture.
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